*~*~*Made for Loving You*~*~*
Disclaimer: Well, it's funny. I don't own the characters OR the fact that Satine is still alive. But, I do own the rest of the plot!
I am not yet sure if I am going to add any new characters, but I do own them if I do!! LOL
A/N: Hey, I know, I know…..it's been done before! But, I do have a good story that I am going to get going. Satine and Christian live in separate countries; Satine with the Duke in England and Christian still wasting away in Montmartre, France. The Duke decides that their fine vacation should be spent in Paris. [Key Hint: The Duke never found out about Christian and Satine! So, he thinks it's safe!] Will Satine and Christian reunite? Or, will they miss each other completely?
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Five years have passed away. One after the other; 1900, 1901,1902, 1903, and so on. Christian has been rotting away in his garret for five long years. The surrounding air is cool and bleak, not a place that would welcome many strange wanderers. Montmartre once was more welcoming. When Christian had first come, people were somewhat kind and more free spirited. Now, it was different. Their nightclub, the nightclub of everyone's dreams, the nightclub that turned boys to men had died.
The Moulin Rouge; once a thriving and vigilant club complete with a dance hall and cabaret, now loomed over the cobble streets, threatening those who came close to it. The doors were boarded up and the windows were blown out. Crude people often stopped to snicker at the forlorn stature and frame. The Moulin Rouge; once that special nightclub, had died when she died, Satine.
The voice of the Moulin Rouge, the apple of Christian's eye, the Sparkling Diamond. They planned to get married and away from the brutal streets of Montmartre where death was just waiting to collect innocent worriers. If it hadn't been for the Moulin Rouge, Christian would have never met his one true love. If there wasn't a Moulin Rouge, she would still be here. Consumption ate her, consumed her from the inside out and for the longest time, he never knew. That's why he sits and mopes here.
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His typewriter was collecting dust from the bleak atmosphere. His head was laid on his bare arms. A bottle of absinthe was clenched tight in his hand. Tears or mourn were gone, but still visible just below his eyes and upon his soft cheeks. He hadn't written since he had completed his story long ago, except, of the course, the poem he had written to complete the ending, it was called Lost Love.
This was the part that brought most to buy his book, giving him a fortune in money. What would he do with it if he didn't have Satine to share it with? How long would he wait until he did see here again? Only time would tell.
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[A/N: I have decided on a new character, she is a maid and I own her!]
"Martha! Come here! I need my tea!" Satine called from the parlor. Ever since she had left her lover alone to fend for himself, her heart had become bitter and cold to many. If she couldn't be happy, why should others be? A few seconds later, a young maid of about 20 appeared in the parlor. She rushed over to Satine with her tray of tea and politely served Satine. She pulled the cup to her lips as Martha turned to leave.
"My dear! How are you this morning?" The Duke strolled into the parlor. He kissed his wife on the cheek and settled next to her.
"Fine, husband dearest," Satine mumbled. She flashed him a fake smile and gripped as he put his arm around her. It was times like this that Satine would try and forget the situation she was in and try to dream about life with Christian would have been like.
We'd live in a small cottage by the sea, with a white fence. The children would often play in the sand on hot summer days and would sit inside and read during rainy ones. Christian would come home from work everyday in smiles and kiss me on the cheek. We'd say sweet hellos and settle by each other for the rest of the afternoon. At precisely 6:00, I'd make dinner and the kids would come in and Christian would sit head of the table. They'd all eat and we'd all talk about how lovely our days had been.
Then, late at night, after Christian had tucked the kids in, we'd sit together under the stars and cuddle. He might read a book to me and I'd probably sew right there or just enjoy being in each other's presence.
"Are you alright my dear?" The Duke asked, brushing her red hair away from her face. Satine snapped out of her fantasy and forced another fake smile. She nodded 'yes' in reply. The Duke smiled affectionately at her and hugged her forcefully. Satine choked and pulled away.
"Dear, I--er--must be off," Satine said, practically leaping off the sofa and snatching for her coat. The Duke looked at her with a dumbfounded expression.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"Out!" Satine snapped. She buttoned her coat and opened the massive white wood doors. She crossed the marble floors and headed for the front oak doors.
The sun was shining beautifully on the green grass. Many people were out today, in the streets. Some were doing their shopping, while others were site seeing. Satine hated these people, she didn't know why.
She walked briskly down the street. Her shoes clonked on the sidewalks as she hurried to her unknown destination. Walking stiffly passed a shop, the people gazed. They knew who she was.
Five years ago, a man had written a book entitled The Greatest Thing You'll Ever Learn. The book had been published two years ago and hadn't really been to popular as to reach England. However, their shipment had arrived last week. That was how they knew her, everyone knew her name, and most knew her past.
As Satine passed that very book shop, she paused and saw that very book in the window. She read it's title and knew it was from him without even reading the author's name. Her eyes bulged and her jaw dropped. She gazed at it lovingly and rushed inside to buy a copy. She picked up the blue book and flipped open it's cover. There, right before her eyes, was the dedication:
To You, Satine Van Delton, all my love,
-Christian James
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Meanwhile, Toulouse had stopped to visit Christian in his garret. Toulouse did this as often as he could, he was the only one who could reach him. He was Toulouse's best friend and pretty much, only friend. Toulouse had his arm around him. Christian hadn't moved from his spot. Though the two were best friends, they hardly spoke a word to each other, and Toulouse never dared to mention Satine. Satie was brave though.
"Christian, I believe it's time you move on with your life," He said plainly. Christian looked up at him furiously.
"You have now Idea what you are asking of me!" He pointed a finger in Satie's direction. "She was my only TRUE love and nothing could and can not ruin that!" Christian cried.
"Christian, my only concern is that you make it seem like she is still alive, she's not," Satine replied. Christian thought for a second.
"What if she is?" he replied after a minute. Satie shook his head.
"She's not,"
"Death cannot stop true love," Christian replied as if he were a man who knew the answers to everything. "Satie! You're a Bohemian, you believe in Truth, Beauty, Freedom, and Love! Why don't you believe in this?!" Christian cried, choked with tears. "I have three words, Come ……What……..May!" And with that, Christian stomped out of the room, blooming with ideas, he was off to England.
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Satine sat at a café table, drinking coffee and reading that book. She took in every word and every word took her. By the end, not only was it 5:00 pm, but her book was soaked with tears. Then, she flipped to the poem and read it.
Lost Love
I met you one fine day,
And I thought you were here to stay.
To love me till death do us part,
I gave you my soul, my hand, my heart.
I met you in a house of sinful girls,
Dipping, diving, and lots of twirls.
Your radiant smile caught my attention,
Your heart of gold grew with my affection.
I didn't know you were dying,
I just thought you were lying.
I could have done something for you,
But, I guess there was nothing I could do.
Now your gone, for forever and a day,
Tell me, is this the price I need to pay?
I loved you, Satine, more than words can say,
What was this game you were trying to play?
Did you really care? Did you really love me?
I did you, can't you see?
This is were I wish you goodbye,
And I wait until it is my turn to die.
For then, Darling, I will see you,
I miss you terribly and I know you do too.
She closed it and wept until the Duke found her alone.
"What's wrong dear?" The Duke asked comfortingly. Satine was startled by him and she immediately straightened up. She wiped her eyes and looked into her Husband's keen eyes.
"Oh, dear, Nothing!"
"Are you sure, darling?" He asked. Satine flinched at 'darling', that was Christian's name for her.
"Um….Yes---er---yes….." Satine uneasily replied. The Duke helped her from her seat and walked her down the street with him.
"My dear, I have pleasant news for you!" He exclaimed.
"What?" She asked, unsure of whether this was really going to be good news or not.
"We're leaving for Paris in a few days,"
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What do you think?? PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!! LOL
And, if you're looking for another story that's really awesome, Check out my friend Tani's Why Does my Heart Cry?
It's basically about Christian getting married to this girl and Satine has to win him back. Satine also has a child!!!